Bullet the blue sky
One hundred, two hundred
And outside it's America and outside it's America
And I can see those fighter planes
Songwriters: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Paul Hewson, Larry Jr Mullen
Bullet the blue
Publisher: POLYGRAM INT. MUSIC PUBL. B.V.
See the sky ripped open, rain coming down with vision of love
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
A man breathes into a saxophone
Bullet the blue
With all the colors of a royal flush
And from these fireflies
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
You see it drivin' the nails into the souls of the tree of pain
And through the alleys of a quiet city street
In the howlin' wind comes the stingin' rain
People of the world as they run into the arms of America
Bullet the blue sky
And he's peelin' off those dollar bills
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Bullet the blue sky
In the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum
Across the mud huts where children sleep
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
You turn the key and slowly unlock the door
And through the walls you hear the city groan
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
In the valley below, right
And from these fireflies, a red orange glow
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Slappin' them down
Of America, of America, of America
And I can see those fighter planes
You see the face of fear runnin' scared
You take the staircase to the first floor
Bullet the blue sky
This guy comes up to me
And from these fireflies
You see the flames higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
You see them burnin' crosses